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A poem for the MoonThe moon is like a lamp in the night
It shines down on the world with its pure light
It listens to the calm sleep
Of its world’s little sheep
So gently is the light that embraces us
And in the day it leaves without making a fuss
Unnoticed in the day, but the moon is there
And it watches us and follows us everywhere
It shines its soothing light in my darkest days
It tries to cheer me up in its own ways
For me, the moon is something I could sing about
And it will listen to my voice and I have no doubt
Oh lovely moon so big, so round, so white
Never stop shining your pure light which shines so bright
A Standing CorpseUnder the seething heat of the sun
A juniper stands on a dry hill
Like so many  surrounding him
He was burned to death by a wildfire

His twisted branches are smoky white
Still reaching out for all the heavens
In botanical rigor mortis
Commemorating desperation

He is a skeleton of a tree
A standing corpse in desert sunlight
Never to drink another raindrop
As dry as the arth that hold his roots

I step closer to this juniper
Small clouds of dust kicked up by my feet
I gently touch his bark and wonder
How longuntil his form break apart
Shade's ReprieveBeneath the shade of a juniper
I rest amid arid, yellow grass
Leaning with my arms propping me up
For many miles before me, dry hills
Stand covered in juniper and sage
Bathed in scorching unobscured sunlight
I take another swig of water
From my bottle and slowly inhale
Ever thankful for the shade's reprieve
StargazingI have the most wonderful view
As I sit here talking to you
I look to the sky
As a bright star flies by
Hoping my wish will come true
JasmineJasmine
Driving down the road, windows rolled down,
Lovely young ladies wrapped in their evening gowns.
Wave to them as you pass by,
Down here in Charleston there's no need to be shy.

Take a deep breath of air,
This wonderful breath that we all share,
Clean, pure air that cleanses our minds,
It lets us calm down and unwind.

Jasmine in the air
Jasmine is the smell everywhere
Jasmine in the air
Tuck a flower in your hair.

Driving down the country road,
Within my hand a flower I hold,
A scent only one flower possesses
Watch it grow and cling to terraces.

Jasmine is the scent
The scent of our coastal world
We like it how it is
And we do
Seasons changeThe cardinal darts through the gleaming snow,
Wings beating harsh against the coldest winds
In fields of white where flowers won't grow,
Where leaves hit frozen rivers at their bend.
Life barely exists in this time of cold,
Too frigid for the little ones to play!
I then start to think of summers of old,
Of clouds in the sky, when fun filled my day.
Though, winter never lasts for very long...
The snow will start to melt and soon will fade.
The birds can resume their chirping and song
As they perch in the trees of the now green glade.

Look to the sky and you will surely see
The most brilliant blue bird soaring free.
ForestsForests
Much
like us,
They grow.
Much,
like us,
They fall.
As you count the rings,
The more you begin to know.
As you count the wrinkles,
The more you recall.
But when trees are surrounded by too many others
They cannot
g
r
o
w
;
Much like us.
Broken WordsAll through morning I was speechless
Words I broke in helpless fury
Many times they have betrayed me
I will let you be the jury
Now I'm glueing fragile pieces
That refuse to stick together
Some of them are so tender
Soft like dawn and light like feather
Some are serious and strong
Others jumpy, restless, funny
All of them give so much love
Like a smile that's bright and sunny
They're a part of me, my own
They have taught me many things
We have traveled many roads
They have given me the wings
They have shown me way through mazes
Held me up when I fell down
Sang to me the words of lyrics
Now they're broken and run-down
I have no right to judge them
They have logic of their own
All that happens has a reason
Love and care I should have shown
RocA flash of white against the blue
With a giant eagle's hue
It dives into the evergreen
Amongst the gleaming grass' sheen
And spreads its wings to dominate
Yet no other compensate
It rises high to disappear
It ascends to the heavens sheer
To when the thunder makes its sound
The azure lightning cracks the ground
Crimson flames spew from its maw
Tides of hunger churning the floor
Howling winds rip through the glades
For as the moon stands, sunlight fades
Pale, Pure MoonlightIlluminating the dark, jewelled sky,
You’re so beautiful – you can easily catch the eye.
Resting next to the shimmering stars,
You’re so beautiful – you can make me forget any wars.

The peace you bring takes a tonne off my shoulder.
The happiness you provide takes off my back a boulder.
The calmness you offer removes all my headaches,
And the joy that replaces those shall last for decades.

The golden sun can be so fiery and ablaze,
But it is simply no more than a phase,
Stays in the morning, disappears in the night;
Whilst you stay always, yet very faint in its light.

However, those golden rays will never defeat you
Upon the Loss of my Grandfather's TreeA long time ago, before I came to be,
My grandfather came home to plant a small tree.
The sapling, it grew, and he watched overtime,
Not a clue that one day that tree would be mine.

By the time I was born, the tree still yet grew,
And dangling from branches, a swing made for two.
My grandpa, he’d sit there with my tree and I,
And continued to do so until he had died.

But still I’d sit under the tree every day,
Like a consoling friend with nothing to say
I’d stay there for hours, through summer and cold,
It may not have been Grandpa, but it had his soul.

Years came and passed. It was 2006.
With our house in ruins, we neede
Opowiesc o wosnocsi cz 1,2,3Ucichł szelest liści, złagodniał wiatr. Dolar obudził się i czuł już bezgraniczną wolność. Obok niego mieściły się łąki i pola. Było pusto i każdy krok i ruch można było usłyszeć. Nie widział już starej i przeraźliwej przyczepy, rozwalonego boksu ani ludzi. Prócz ptaków nie było niczego. Nie wiedział nawet gdzie jest znajoma okolica. Samotność i bezradność zaczęła doskwierać koniowi. Gdzie by nie podejść widać to samo- hektary zielonej trawy i pola. Instynkt konia podsuwał mu ucieczkę. W każdej chwili przeraźliwa przyczepa może podjechać i zabrać go! Zagalopował przed siebie i z nadzieją na znalezienie bezpiecznego schronienie rozglądał się wokoło. Nagle spostrzegł przed sobą las. Spokojnym, ale chwiejnym krokiem pod
Loyal is the beastLoyal is the beast

Loyal is the beast which slays those
Who would harm my child
With razor fangs and claws so sharp
An honour made of steel

He is of my blood
Our hearts beat in unison
He cries when i cry
Howling and wailing  

Flow do the tears from his eyes
When comfort he does seek
Don’t dare cross my threshold

Welcome to his domain
Beware that you are a guest
If you pose any threat
He will kill you

A savage a monster
I hear the names you call
But you are wrong
You are blind

Would not you take your nails
Too the eyes of your foe
As your teeth sink into their throat
To protect your given child?

Loyal is the beast
Who would
HurricaneRain drizzles softly against my window pane,
The wind is like a lion. Branches snap
Signs fly, giving me plenty to write with.
Deaths occur yet I am immune; this time.
It’s a story on the television,
Effects I only see and hear.
I’ll head to bed, with everything I need
And wake up with it still here.
The Tree Over The StreamThe tree resembled to me love itself,
The sunlight a display of radiance,
The water a stream of passion, yourself
The owner of my summer allegiance.

Alas, this picture of sublimity
Would pass, becoming a three year winter.
Now, a picture of instability
Our base, innate connection would splinter.

As I sit committing my thoughts to paper,
My mind watches and ponders on those
Visions and desires, which fled as vapour
Fore my chance to share them with you arose.
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An orchid blooms alone somewhere
Unseen by human eyes
And, yet, its blossom is beyond compare
The beauty no bride can buy

There are no words created by man
To describe the petals there
No pigments mixed by God’s own hand
Could paint its picture clear

This orchid blooms for nothing else
Than hummingbirds and bees
To feast upon and sate themselves
Alone among the trees

I seek this flower but not to own
(It lives if I do, or not)
But to find a path that I was shown
To a place that I forgot

The orchid waits alone somewhere
And in searching, it is to see
That in this searching, if done with care
I’ll find a better me.

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This is from comments on a journal by *VisualModality that she wrote defending photomanipulation as an art form.

I started thinking that the art that we all involve ourselves in comes from a need to express something deep inside, something that we may never fully understand, and something that we may never fully accomplish.

But the journey is the thing.

In "The Hound of the Baskervilles", a woman describes an artist by saying someting like "his vision exceeds his grasp". I know it is that way with me.

Here is to looking for that orchid.

The photo is by =daegana
©2007-2013 ~Zaphod-Beeblebrox58
Category: Literature / Poetry / Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

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!Bitter-Sweet-Memory Sep 8, 2007   Writer
I REALLY like that poem.Has a sweet rhyme to it:)
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~Zaphod-Beeblebrox58 Sep 8, 2007
thank you very much, sweetie ;)
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~crystalclearink Aug 25, 2007
peut etre c'est un :+fav:

lol mais, peut etre pas.

J'aime quand tu écris dans un voix chanson. C'est jolie!
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~Zaphod-Beeblebrox58 Aug 25, 2007
*s'incline* merci
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~crystalclearink Aug 25, 2007
de rien

this is fun, I would say that in french but I'm about to leave. hehe

:hug:
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Mood: Love ~Anytram Aug 16, 2007
Wonderful.
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~braveheart06 Aug 9, 2007
:clap: Well said
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~Zaphod-Beeblebrox58 Aug 9, 2007
Thank you and thank you for the favs...

If I told you that you could call me "Jeff" is there something that I could call you? Otherwise, I'll just refer to you as "sis" ;)
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~braveheart06 Aug 9, 2007
You are most welcome. :) My name is Betty and it is nice to know you Jeff.
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~Zaphod-Beeblebrox58 Aug 9, 2007
hey Betty ;)
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